A new year we will shortly see,
With this consigned to history.
What have I achieved to date?
I really wouldn’t like to state;
Suffice to say, I now well know
That what I planned a year ago,
I haven’t managed to complete,
And sadly must admit defeat,
For in the few days left this year,
It couldn’t ever be more clear
There’s no way now I can succeed
In finishing each single deed
I’d planned back when this year began,
But maybe for next year I can.
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